Yesaia 40
1 Monkyekye, monkyekye me nkurɔfo werɛ. Saa na mo Nyankopɔn se.
“Comfort, yes comfort my people!” says your God.
2 Monka asomdwoesɛm nkyerɛ Yerusalem, na mompae mu nka nkyerɛ no se ne som dennen no aba awiei, wɔatua ne bɔne no so ka, na wɔanya ne bɔne nyinaa so akatua mmɔho afi Awurade nsam.
“Speak lovingly to the people of Jerusalem, telling them that their hard times are over, that their sins have been forgiven, and that the Lord has paid them twice over for their sins.”
3 Nne bi reteɛ mu se, “Munsiesie ɔkwan mma Awurade wɔ nweatam no so. Monteɛ ɔtempɔn wɔ sare no so mma yɛn Nyankopɔn.
A voice is heard calling, “Prepare the way for the Lord in the wilderness, make a straight highway for our God through the desert.
4 Obon biara bɛyɛ ma, bepɔw ne nkoko nyinaa bɛkɔ fam, asase a ɛyɛ abonkyiabonkyi no bɛyɛ tamaa, na mmeae a ɛyɛ akɔntɔnkye no ayɛ tataw.
Fill in all the valleys; level all the mountains and hills; smooth out the uneven ground; make the rough places flat.
5 Na Awurade anuonyam bɛda adi, na nnipa nyinaa behu. Efisɛ Awurade na waka!”
The Lord's glory will be revealed, and everyone will see it together. This is what the Lord has declared.”
6 Nne bi kae se, “Teɛ mu.” Na mekae se, “Menteɛ mu nka dɛn?” “Nnipa nyinaa te sɛ sare, na wɔn anuonyam nyinaa te sɛ afuw so nhwiren.
A voice is heard saying, “Shout it out.” I asked, “What shall I shout?” “All human beings are like grass, and all their trustworthiness is like the flowers of the field.
7 Sare hyew, na nhwiren twintwam efisɛ Awurade ahomegu fa wɔn so. Nokware, nnipa no yɛ sare.
The grass wilts and the flower fades when the Lord's breathes on them. Yes, the people are grass!
8 Sare hyew, na nhwiren twintwam, nanso yɛn Nyankopɔn asɛm no tim hɔ daa.”
However, even though the grass wilts and the flower fades, the word of our God will endure forever.”
9 Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Sion, foro kɔ bepɔw tenten bi so. Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Yerusalem, ma wo nne so na teɛ mu, ma so, nsuro; ka kyerɛ Yuda nkurow se, “Mo Nyankopɔn ni!”
Zion, bringer of good news, go up a high mountain. Jerusalem, bringer of good news, raise your voice and shout out loud. Don't be afraid to shout really loud! Tell the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!”
10 Hwɛ, Asafo Awurade de tumi reba, na nʼabasa bedi hene ama no. Hwɛ, nʼakatua ka ne ho, na ɔde nʼabasobɔde nam.
Look! The Lord God is coming with power! He will rule with a firm hand. Look! He's bringing his reward with him, coming to give his gift.
11 Ɔhwɛ ne nguankuw sɛ oguanhwɛfo. Ɔboa nguantenmma no wɔ nʼabasa so oturu wɔn ne koko so; na nguan a wɔwɔ mma no, ɔka wɔn brɛoo.
He looks after his flock like a shepherd. He picks up the lambs in his arms and holds them close to his chest. He leads those that are nursing young.
12 Hena na wasusuw obon mu nsu wɔ ne nsam anaa ɔde ne nsateaa asusuw ɔsoro? Hena na ɔde asase so mfutuma agu kɛntɛn mu, anaa wakari mmepɔw wɔ nsania so ne nkoko wɔ nsania apampaa so?
Who has measured the waters he holds in the palm of his hand? Who has marked off the heavens with the span of his hand? Who has worked out the amount of dust of the earth? Who has weighed the mountains on a scale and the hills with a balance?
13 Hena na wate Awurade ase, anaa wakyerɛkyerɛ no sɛ ne fotufo?
Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or taught him what to do as his counselor?
14 Hena na Awurade abisa no sɛ ɔnkyerɛ no biribi ase, na hena na ɔkyerɛɛ no ɔkwan pa no? Hena na ɔmaa no nimdeɛ anaa ɔkyerɛɛ no nhumu kwan?
Who did the Lord go to for advice to help him understand? Who taught him right from wrong? Who gave him knowledge and showed him the way of wisdom?
15 Ampa ara aman no te sɛ nsu sope wɔ bokiti mu; wɔde wɔn toto mfutuma a egu nsania so ho; ɔkari nsupɔw te sɛnea ɛyɛ mfutuma muhumuhu.
It's obvious that the nations are just a drop in a bucket. They're like dust on a set of scales. He can pick up islands as if they weigh next to nothing.
16 Lebanon nnɔɔso mma afɔremuka so gya, na ne mmoa renso mma ɔhyew afɔrebɔde.
All the wood in Lebanon for a fire and all its animals as a sacrifice wouldn't be enough a burnt offering.
17 Aman nyinaa nsɛ hwee wɔ nʼanim; obu wɔn adehunu bi a wɔnka hwee.
To him all the nations are like nothing. He counts them as less than nothing—like they don't exist.
18 Afei hena ho na wode Onyankopɔn bɛtoto? Nsɛsode bɛn ho na wode no bɛto?
Who do you think is like God? What image do you think he looks like?
19 Ohoni de, odwumfo na ɔyɛ, na sikadwumfo de sikakɔkɔɔ agu ho na wasiesie dwetɛ nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn ama no.
Is he a metal idol that a craftsman casts in a mold, and then a goldsmith overlays it with gold and makes silver chains for it?
20 Ohiani a ɔrentumi mfa saa ayɛyɛde yi mma no kɔhwehwɛ dua a ɛremporɔw. Ɔhwehwɛ odwumfo nyansafo na wayɛ ohoni a ɛremmunum nhwe fam asi hɔ.
Those who are too poor to pay for that choose wood that won't rot, then they look for a skilled wood-carver to make an idol that won't fall over.
21 Wunnim ana? Wontee ana? Wɔnnka nkyerɛɛ wo mfii mfiase no ana? Efi bere a wɔbɔɔ asase no, wontee ase ana?
Don't you know? Haven't you heard? Hasn't it been explained to you from the very beginning? Haven't you understood from the time the world was created?
22 Ɔte ahengua so wɔ asase dantaban no atifi ɛso nnipa te sɛ tɛwtɛw ɔtwe ɔsoro mu te sɛ bamkyinii, na ɔtrɛw mu sɛ ntamadan tena mu.
God sits on his throne above the horizon of the earth; the people that live there are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain, spreading them out like a tent to live in.
23 Ɔma ahemmea yɛ nnipahunu na wiase yi sodifo nso, ɔbrɛ wɔn ase.
He brings leaders down; he makes the rulers of the world like nothing.
24 Wɔtɛw wɔn ara pɛ, woduaa wɔn ara pɛ, wogyee ntin wɔ asase mu pɛ, na wahome agu wɔn so ama wɔakisa, na mframa abɔ wɔn kɔ te sɛ ntɛtɛ.
In fact they are hardly even planted, hardly even sown, hardly even taken root, when he blows on them and they wither, and the wind carries them away like straw.
25 “Hena ho na wode me bɛto? Anaasɛ hena na ɔne me sɛ?” Ɔkronkronni no na ose.
“Who are you going to compare me with? Who is equal to me?” asks the Holy One.
26 Momma mo ani so nhwɛ ɔsoro: Hena na ɔbɔɔ eyinom nyinaa? Nea oyiyi ɔsoro nsoromma mmaako mmaako, na ɔbɔ obiara din frɛ no. Nʼahoɔden ne ne tumi nti wɔn mu baako mpo nyera.
Look at the heavens. Who created all this? He leads the stars like an army, and calls each one by name. Because he has great power and incredible strength, not a single one of them is missing.
27 Adɛn na wunwiinwii, Yakob, na woka se, Israel, “Mʼakwan ahintaw Awurade; na me Nyankopɔn abɔ mʼasɛm agu”?
Why do you speak like this, Jacob, and why do you say, Israel, “The Lord doesn't see what's happening to me, and he's ignoring my rights!”
28 Wunnim ana? Wontee ana? Awurade yɛ daapem Nyankopɔn, na ɔyɛ asase nyinaa yɛfo. Ɔremmrɛ na ɔrentɔ beraw, na ne nhumu nni nhwehwɛmu.
Don't you know? Haven't you heard? The Lord is the eternal God, the Creator of the whole earth. He's never weak or tired; you can't find out all he knows.
29 Ɔma nea watɔ beraw ahoɔden nea wayɛ mmerɛw nso, ɔto nʼahoɔden so.
He gives strength to the weary and power the powerless.
30 Mpo, mmabun brɛ, na wɔtɔ beraw, na mmerante hintihintiw hwehwe ase;
Even young people grow weak and tired—they fall down when they're exhausted.
31 Nanso, wɔn a wɔn ani da Awurade so benya ahoɔden foforo. Wɔde ntaban sɛ akɔre de betu akɔ wim; wobetu mmirika, na wɔrentɔ beraw. Wɔbɛnantew, na wɔrentɔ piti.
But those who trust in the Lord will have their strength renewed. They will fly high with wings like eagles. They will run and not be tired. They will walk and not be worn out.
